Текст песни Wartribe

We are nothing, but sacks of meat Blood and some bones to keep it upstanding You have had a choice and you have made it You may not have my name But you have my blood What have I to make of this If it has to be done I will do it myself The way I choose And we got caught in the open I feel the strong winds passing We are the wartribe Wartribe We are the wartribe Claiming supremacy There came a night That lasted for generations We were fighting a war Not playing at one We have to move fast and silent As the stars look down